The Curse of Achilles!
Way before I left for Vegas, I began to suffer from a sore heel on my left foot. I just knew something like this would happen sooner or later from all the walking, trekking and pounding the pavement my company puts me through everyday. With severe flat feet and bunions, I just can't take the constant standing and excessive walking that this job has me doing everyday. It doesn't matter what type of shoes I wear, so to all of you out there who just don't get it, quit telling me to wear tennis shoes!! It's not the shoe, stupid!! It's the foot!
I have gone through every type of shoe known to man.. er, woman! And wherever I go, I have to take at least 2, sometimes 3, pairs of shoes with me to interchange them throughout the day. It's been like this since I was young, but of course, it's getting worse as I get older and am starting to fall apart! Anyway, no matter how much I would try to tell my boss about my condition, it went in one dumbo ear and out the other, and I had to continue through another arduous day of pounding the pavement over and over in my job.
By the time I got to Vegas, it had already progressed from just uncomfortable to downright painful. What does it feel like, you ask? Well, try to imagine walking around with a nail poking into the bottom of your foot - that's what it feels like! Every step was painful. I was hobbling and limping all over Vegas, but just had to do the best I could to get around. And if you have ever been to Vegas, it is a city that requires A LOT of walking!! Vegas is on such a grand scale, that you have to walk miles just to catch a cab or bus, cross the street or get from one end of a casino to the other! Certainly not a good time or place to have sore feet!
It was worse in the morning or right after I would rest my foot for awhile, and then when I would get up, I would just about collapse when I would try to put my weight on my left foot! I had a suspicion of what was wrong, but would have to wait til I got home and go get it examined at a foot doctor.
Well, I did just that right after returning. Turns out I have what is called Plantar Fasciitis, and/or a heel spur! The doctor says this is caused by flat feet because of the wrong distribution and placement of foot bones which causes inadequate flexibility in the calf muscles, lack of arch support, being overweight (yeah, yeah, ok, like I don't know that already!), suddenly increasing activity, and spending too much time on the feet.
The doctor took one look at my feet when I stood, and proclaimed "Oh my gosh, your feet ARE bad!!".. Nice... I am SO flat footed that it does little good to wear a non-medical arch support, as it feels like a have a rock under my foot. I do not have a weak arch - I have NO arch!! I inherited this from my dad, who had the same deformity. And that is what it is... plain and simple, a deformity. Every step is a struggle, and because of the stress on the wrong part of the foot which affects your muscles in your calves, it eventually affects your back, because your balance and posture is all off.
So herein lies part of my weight problem... I'm not supposed to increase activity and I'm not to spend too much time on my feet, so how the hell am I suppose to exercise and lose weight!!! And if I don't lose weight, then the weight adds to the condition of Plantar Fasciitis!!! Why is my life one big continual CATCH-22??!!
You've heard of Farewell to Arms?? Well, I'd like to say Farewell to Feet Problems!!
I have gone through every type of shoe known to man.. er, woman! And wherever I go, I have to take at least 2, sometimes 3, pairs of shoes with me to interchange them throughout the day. It's been like this since I was young, but of course, it's getting worse as I get older and am starting to fall apart! Anyway, no matter how much I would try to tell my boss about my condition, it went in one dumbo ear and out the other, and I had to continue through another arduous day of pounding the pavement over and over in my job.
By the time I got to Vegas, it had already progressed from just uncomfortable to downright painful. What does it feel like, you ask? Well, try to imagine walking around with a nail poking into the bottom of your foot - that's what it feels like! Every step was painful. I was hobbling and limping all over Vegas, but just had to do the best I could to get around. And if you have ever been to Vegas, it is a city that requires A LOT of walking!! Vegas is on such a grand scale, that you have to walk miles just to catch a cab or bus, cross the street or get from one end of a casino to the other! Certainly not a good time or place to have sore feet!
It was worse in the morning or right after I would rest my foot for awhile, and then when I would get up, I would just about collapse when I would try to put my weight on my left foot! I had a suspicion of what was wrong, but would have to wait til I got home and go get it examined at a foot doctor.
Well, I did just that right after returning. Turns out I have what is called Plantar Fasciitis, and/or a heel spur! The doctor says this is caused by flat feet because of the wrong distribution and placement of foot bones which causes inadequate flexibility in the calf muscles, lack of arch support, being overweight (yeah, yeah, ok, like I don't know that already!), suddenly increasing activity, and spending too much time on the feet.
The doctor took one look at my feet when I stood, and proclaimed "Oh my gosh, your feet ARE bad!!".. Nice... I am SO flat footed that it does little good to wear a non-medical arch support, as it feels like a have a rock under my foot. I do not have a weak arch - I have NO arch!! I inherited this from my dad, who had the same deformity. And that is what it is... plain and simple, a deformity. Every step is a struggle, and because of the stress on the wrong part of the foot which affects your muscles in your calves, it eventually affects your back, because your balance and posture is all off.
So herein lies part of my weight problem... I'm not supposed to increase activity and I'm not to spend too much time on my feet, so how the hell am I suppose to exercise and lose weight!!! And if I don't lose weight, then the weight adds to the condition of Plantar Fasciitis!!! Why is my life one big continual CATCH-22??!!
You've heard of Farewell to Arms?? Well, I'd like to say Farewell to Feet Problems!!
posted by LADYGOLD at 12:04 PM
